Composer: Brian Thomas Curtin An orchestral adaptation of the "other" famous Shaker tune "I Will Bow and Be Simple" also know as Ã’Willow TreeÃ“. Performed live with a Copland-esque classical symphonic folklorism that has a vintage Americana western film score vibe to it as well.

Composer/Artist: Lisa Cerbone Music with lyrics.
Aimless and tired. Wandered around in your own fire. Even in the distance. You can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones. Heart is so heavy. Can't carry it to the one who is at the top of the stairs. Even in the distance you can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones. She told me that when you swallow stones. They settle within where they carve the home. Well I want to know. Will they stay forever? Will they stay forever? Even in the distance you can't will the winter away. You swallowed the stones.

Composer/Artist: Lisa Cerbone Music with lyrics.
Water stain on the ceiling. Wind rattles the windows and walls. Nobody knows where she is and if they did they probably wouldn't call. Sweep your hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived. She's not sure if she will make it here where the shades aren't drawn. She hears them speaking about her concerned voices behind that old oak door. Sweep your hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived. Not what you'd hope for. Not what you'd choose. Staring up at the sky waiting for the appearance of the moon. But this could be the thing that makes you free and clear. Sweep you hair from your eyes. The new days have just arrived.

Composer/Artist: Lisa Cerbone Music with lyrics.
There's an urgent light in your eye for ruthless order. Everything is put away safe inside. Keep the windows doors shut. Everybody is safe. Keep the television on and you don't let yourself think. Stack the dishes one by one so neatly. Hard to find the time to feel a thing when there is so much to do. She isn't even through the door. She's already ridiculed you. Reminding you how it is all for your own good. Some days her words cut through like wire. Other days you shake them off like loose rain. All the nights you lay awake and let them burn through. You're not a child in her house. Still you live by her laws. There's a scarlet inner world that you don't have to control. But you know where the dust gathers where the rugs get worn. You hear the voice behind you: "Don't forget there's more." Something moves through all those winter branches. Your eyelids shut so hard; you really do pray.

Composer/Artist: Lisa Cerbone Music with lyrics.
Maybe I'm wrong in the way I perceive you. Maybe I can only sense you as an echo in the night. Maybe there is more to the picture but I've wasted too much time. Love grows slowly. I lift the bitter shroud. I'm standing on the threshold. I do not feel so proud. Maybe my eyes are still a child's. Maybe I think reasons are just thick or thin. Maybe I haven't been brave enough. Always in the midst of leaving. Love grows slowly. I lift the bitter shroud. I'm standing on the threshold. I do not feel so proud.

Composer/Artist: Lisa Cerbone Music with lyrics.
Beautiful mess in the darkest red dress your eyes are still wet. Yet all aglow from the sense of the hope not killed by regret. Let a finger land on a map to anywhere. Maybe it isn't too late to start over again. He walked through the room towards you every false move seemed right. Bodies reached through the darkness and soon were tragically entwined. Let a finger land on a map to anywhere. Maybe it isn't too late to start over again. Pack the car of useful things. Throw out every souvenir.

Composer/Artist: Lisa Cerbone Music with lyrics.
The for sale sign in front of Mrs. Foster's house is gone. What she left behind could not matter. The garbage men took away what she did not keep what could not stay. By a quarter to three she pulled away with a man in a suit of all that gray. We all wanted to know. Where would she go. With those dark glasses on. It's hard to see the road through all that rain. All that rain. Well she was always nice to me. Brought me lemonade and costume jewelry. But they say she loved and lost too easily. Chased the cars of men in her bare feet. We all wanted to know. Where would she go. With those dark glasses on. It's hard to see the road through all that rain. All that rain. She walked the garden most nights alone. Spoke of a son I never saw. She could go on and on. Most times never say a thing. The for sale sign in front of Mrs. Foster's house is gone.

Composer/Artist: Colin O'Dwyer Funky acoustic Celtic song about the struggle between being both English and Irish LYRIC-here I am just sinking back into another night time
the window's cracked the breeze is thin another glass of red wine
silence streaks across my shelter
anxious I wait for it to rain
down in the garden that's where I lay
my blood is parted but I'll always pray for the place my heart's from
we've got to have the rain in Tiperary
can't let the colors fade or Jack will surely see
'cause the sun won't set on him this lifetime
and the garden is not for him to claim
CHORUS
liquid skies soothe my eyes and my ears hear the lullabies in disguise
CHORUS

Composer/Artist: Colin O'Dwyer Acoustic folk children's song from the public domain LYRIC-Hush little baby don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in townacoustic folk children's song from the public domain LYRIC-Hush little baby don't say a word.
Mama's gonna buy you a mockingbird
And if that mockingbird won't sing
Mama's gonna buy you a diamond ring
And if that diamond ring turns brass
Mama's gonna buy you a looking glass
And if that looking glass gets broke
Mama's gonna buy you a billy goat
And if that billy goat won't pull
Mama's gonna buy you a cart and bull
And if that cart and bull turn over
Mama's going to buy you a dog named Rover.
And if that dog named Rover won't bark
Mama's going to buy you a horse and cart.
And if that horse and cart fall down
You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

Composer/Artist: Colin O'Dwyer Retro folk song about traveling across this country on a train LYRIC-We're travelin' on this train across this land of ours
Let's hope this engine makes it through the rain again
Grand Central Station is behind us many miles
wondering what is just around the bend
'cause we have to see what's out here this country is divine
so many mysteries deep inside
we know we'll end up somewhere adventure by design
never sure what's next before us hoping that the winds adore us
We're travelin' on this train through Appalachian skies
the sunset tucks the mountains down for certain sleep
the clouds are dancing are they angels in disguise
for this I pray the Lord my soul to keep
and we have to see what's out here before we settle down
our little town can't stretch this far
we know we'll end up somewhere a sweet and scary sound
never sure what's next before us hoping that the winds adore us
We're travelin' on this train to San Francisco Bay
I love you for your sense of curiosity
Just let the moment keep your worries far away
just rolling down these aimless tracks with me
and we had to see what's out here and now we know it's right
let's go back to the town we know
we'll never lose the memories our journeys in the night
this train has made us stronger
don't feel the need to wander
on this train I'll sleep with you tonight

Composer: Kevin Packard A quirky instrumental with acoustic guitar and accordion as the featured voices adding bass and a good drumbeat. Would make a great companion to a quirky humorous spot. Anything from Lawn Doctor to kid's energy bars to vacation fun

Composer: Kevin Packard A quirky instrumental with acoustic guitar and accordion as the featured voices adding bass and a good drumbeat. Would make a great companion to a quirky humorous spot. Anything from Lawn Doctor to kid's energy bars to vacation fun

Composer: Kevin Packard A quirky instrumental with acoustic guitar and accordion as the featured voices adding bass and a good drumbeat. Would make a great companion to a quirky humorous spot. Anything from Lawn Doctor to kid's energy bars to vacation fun